The tension in Don Ramon’s private study was like a thick blanket enveloping the very room. Two elderly men, best friends for decades, sat on opposite ends of the couch, the distance between them like a wide chasm threatening to engulf them all. It is true that friends do fight once in a while, and they’re not an exception to the rule, although that rarely happened. But even when they do fight, it never lasts very long for their friendship is stronger than even bonds forged by blood – brothers by choice and not by chance. Although no words passed between them now, their silence was more than enough assurance that they would come out of this with their friendship intact and as strong, if not stronger, as ever. They just had to get over this hurdle together, no matter how painful the outcome

